Blood Stains (poem)

Sometimes they ask me why
I must stand and testify
No one understands
Crimson blood stains my hands.
Christ hung on the cross in shame
Now His name is above all names
That’s why I traveled to distant lands
Crimson blood stains my hands.
Give me courage by Your Spirit
So I speak and do not fear it
Until Your kingdom expands
Crimson blood stains my hands.